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Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

I AM EDITING IT'S FIRST VOLUME~~~ "Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence." I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." "I understand, y-young master." I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection. And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally. For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than "fat," and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that. "I suppose I need a workout." Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy. After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it. I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out. Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily. "You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!" . . "We're here, young master." Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter. "Give me a hand." I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath. "Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?" I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care. As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father. "I'm alright, Dad." Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants. "Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!" You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame. "What's going on, Dad?" Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it.... "Your fiancee is coming tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft NO YURI NO INCEST NO NTR --- This story doesn't carry any of these things. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors

A4KL · Fantasy

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Chapter 39 - Lady in distress

<Thalia's POV>

Sitting in the classroom, I observed the events unfolding before me with a sense of anticipation. When the professor directed a question to Zeph, he answered with a surprising confidence that initially caught me off guard.

However, my intuition quickly kicked in, and doubts began to creep in. It felt like he was bluffing, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that I hadn't chosen a wrong target.

As I pondered his response, I couldn't help but consider his motivations. Why would he risk answering and potentially subjecting himself to ridicule? In any society, standing out too much could make you a target for bullies.

It was a well-known principle: either be the shining moon or the radiant sun, but never settle for being a mere candle that could be easily extinguished. Zeph might not be the brightest, but was he truly that naive?

After the professor concluded the class, a blonde girl approached Zeph. I recognized the hereditary sign of royalty in her features. She introduced herself as Alora, the 3rd Princess, known for her kindness and big heart.

However, despite her reputation, my intuition hinted that something was amiss.

As Alora began to speak, praising Zeph's answer, a sense of clarity washed over me. I understood the situation at hand.

It seemed that this gentleman of prey had found his first predator in the form of the 3rd Princess.

Alora's invitation to join her for some food in the canteen caught me off guard. I didn't want to reject her outright since it might arouse suspicion.

Besides, Zeph seemed to be going along with the flow, and I didn't want to disrupt the facade I was trying to maintain. So, I agreed and we made our way to the canteen.

Inside, Alora continued to play the innocent and kind princess, which only made me feel more ridiculous. But things took an unexpected turn when Zeph mentioned sitting with the same Hedrian girl.

I couldn't quite understand his intentions. I had only bluffed about him having a crush on her, and I still believed there was nothing between them. Did he really want to sit there with her?

As we arrived at the table, I noticed a subtle narrowing of Hedrian girl's eyes. She allowed us to sit, but her expression hinted at some suspicion.

Alora, on the other hand, started chatting with Zeph, and her words felt more like an interrogation than a friendly conversation. Soon enough, she turned her attention to me, asking about my relationship with Zeph.

I couldn't help but think, "This girl acted all naive and cutesy earlier, even if I have to accept this Hedrian girl as Zeph's wife, there's no way I'll accept this two-faced charade." And with that thought in mind, I decided to respond in a way that would surely shock everyone.

I sat alone at a table in the canteen, savoring some light food. I wasn't in the mood for anything heavy. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of people approaching my table.

I couldn't fathom why these peculiar individuals were so persistent in bothering me. To my surprise, Thalia was among them, and her presence only added to my confusion.

I decided not to reject them outright, mainly because the girl who had asked appeared to be kind-hearted. Reluctantly, I allowed them to sit, but I kept my focus on my food, pretending I wasn't interested in acknowledging their presence.

However, my attention was piqued when the blonde girl directed a question at Thalia. It also made me wonder about the relationship between Thalia and Zeph. I couldn't help but glance in the girl's direction, eager to decipher the situation. As I listened to her words, I decided to maintain my cool exterior while keeping a watchful eye on their interactions until I heard that girl's thoughts,

I couldn't contain my shock, and in my surprise, I accidentally threw my food.

Who on earth would want to be the wife of an idiot like him? I thought angrily.

Just as I was about to clean myself up, a handkerchief was offered to me to clean my mouth. I looked up to find Zeph standing there, his eyes filled with concern.

I heard his thoughts, blaming Thalia for the situation, and a strange mixture of emotions welled up within me. It was unexpected to see him show such worry, but at least he had some etiquette in offering assistance to a lady in distress.

<Zeph's POV>

I couldn't believe it when Thalia claimed I was her husband. Valeriana's reaction was swift and unexpected; she threw her food in surprise. I rushed to help her by offering my handkerchief, all the while thinking, "It's Thalia's fault."

It was clear that Thalia must have thought something ridiculous to make Valeriana react this way.

AUTHOR NOTE ::

Being a reader myself, I understand how frustrating it can be to read novels with short chapters. However, I hope you will continue to support this story.

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